Deeply Hidden Masquerades Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My mission is not to bump them from top tier.
My crusade is to expand what's here to flourish.
How can that be done in discouragement?
How can anyone expect,
Other than shallowness and disrespect...
When getting on the receiving end,
Another whoa and whimper delivered.

I am not accepting anymore gifts like that,
Sent to surprise and motivate my anger!
My ancestors presence is everywhere.
And a sense of a flawed communication...
Is slowly lifting a veil up and away,
From frustrating times
Of unknown disguises...
And deeply hidden masquerades!